I opened my mouth.
Then closed it.
Because that was a trap.
A terrible trap.
And somehow I knew the correct answer wasn't:
Blue.
With little white flowers.
The shirt she'd worn while feeding horses.
The shirt I'd noticed immediately.
Because apparently my brain had become defective.
The women cackled.
Actually cackled.
Traitors.
Every one of them.
"I hate all of you."
"We know, dear."
The worst part?
They looked happy about it.
A hammer clanged against metal.
All of us turned.
Kyle was standing on top of a fence post.
Staring.
The idiot nearly fell off.
"You love Miss Sadie, too?"
I pointed toward the manure pile.
"Go shovel something."
The teenager wisely retreated.
Fast.
The women laughed harder.
I rubbed my face.
